Café Terrace at Night
A little café terrace at night tucked away
in the dark of a narrow city street, bathed
in golden lantern light beneath the awning,
dismissing the rest of the somnolent world,
might just be the best space for a serendipitous
meeting—two perfect strangers seduced
by the blues of the night sky and the hues below.
(Van Gogh would know Hemingway had it right--
there is something about a well-lit place.)
And should no romance roam in along those
kindled cobblestones, maybe one could still
steal something from the other patrons’
warm and ambient din… and, after the slow slow
sipping down of an espresso, would step away
from the rusted-orange of the terrace—
and all that yellow glow--
out, out into the indigo evening,
and on the solitary walk home
might feel just a little less alone
under that S t a R r y s T a r R y sky.
Dorian Maynard lives and teaches in Los Angeles where he tries to get adolescents to appreciate how the written word shapes our world and helps us carve out a window to our place in it. He writes, in his spare time, fighting for a better view.
The Ekphrastic Review
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